This is a song about "Couple of bands"

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Or a ruler conquering a couple of islands

Couple of sips of that then i gradually graduate

I took it to jigga he said it wasn't in the budget

Just put your hand on the glass

A couple of hookers, nice ass

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

Tomorrow i think i might go buy a couple of private islands,

Couple of weeks go by it ain't even like i'm gettin' high

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

These past couple of days have been nothing but tragedy,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Tomorrow i think i might go buy a couple of private islands,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love